>>750976Sir Diamantaire floats backward as you try to pat his head, responding with no more than a grunt.
The Vola, referred to by Two Reeds as Captain, claps once. "I am afraid I cannot imagine such a fate. But, I can answer your other question in as succinct a manner as I can manage. You are aboard my ship, the
Thunder Serpent. Currently, thanks to our technology, we are further below the ocean's surface than ever before thought possible. To be precise, we are on what remains of the island of Cuauhtemoc… to put it simply, this island is my home. I have recruited you, and a crew of many others, to see that home defended from forces that would see it devoured by the ravenous one."
"Ah!" he exclaims, and his hat flies off his head as his crest flies up, much like a cockatiel's. He catches the hat after it collides with the ceiling. "Pardon me, I have neglected my own introduction. I am Captain Kukulcan, the Thunder Serpent. Do you have a name, sir?"
>>750977"I have taken one of Gullveig's grimoires on geomancy," Thessaly says. "After I have translated it, I'll gather the spells most suitable for a procedure by which we can canvass the Eye of Wisdom."
Mallea nods. "I've some serum for putting a patient under. Cloud, while we work, go and help the Good Doctor gather herbs."
Godot nods and stands, but you are reminded of Godot's chilling bounty notice in the newspaper. "Yes, my last search was not as successful as I'd have hoped. We've some daylight left, so we might as well try another portion of jungle."
>>750974>>750975>>750978As you pick over the marshlands, the earthquakes grow ever louder and more rapid, until it is more like cannonfire or bombs in volume. A final great
THUD shudders out, followed by the groan and creak, as a damaged tree keels over and falls, over the obsidian shell of a broken Watchkeeper.
Atop a tall, incredibly wide tree-stump, you see Bee Holder standing in the center of her four first mates, all looking battered, bruised and bloodied. Surrounding them are the broken remains of about half a dozen Watchkeepers, each one about the size of a shack, on average. Shattered rocks and felled trees litter the battlefield, as another testament to the carnage. What's more, you can feel a kind of shimmering in the air. It takes no formal tutoring for you to recognize it as lingering Aura.
"Oh," Bent Scales says, plopping down on the stump. "It's you guys. You get our crew back yet?"